Tag: wylye valley art trail

I have neglected you… The countdown fizzled out on here but kept going in the real world and I am now 4 days into my first little exhibition and it’s been amazing. My images have been so well received and all feedback has been extremely positive. I think this could possibly one of the best things I’ve ever done…

And it’s now *Little Green Man season in Wiltshire too… Good days!

I think I’m going to do a bigger post closer to the end of the week with details and pics and I might have a spin around and get some shots of the other participants… There’s 330 of us. If you fancy a ganders at what we’re up to have a look at the Wylye Valley Art Trail website.

And if you’re local, pop along. It would be great to see you. If you’re not local, still pop along, it’s well worth the visit and this part of the world is looking gorgeous at the moment.

Prints are in situ and now all I need to do is arrange where the hell I’m going to hang them all… The nerves are kicking in slightly and I’ve got so much to do. Best I sit here have a beer and edit a photo from a couple of weeks ago in the Chalke Valley then… I am so my own worst enemy…

Prints are printed, mounted, signed and framed and I should be sitting here thinking about prices, descriptions and worrying about Peeps through the door but, man, tonight’s sunset was just spectacular! The light was changing by the second and this composition has been begging for the right light for months!

And, if you’re wondering what I’m blathering on about in regards to prints I’m exhibiting at the end of May in a local art trail. I’m really looking forward to it. Have a ganders at my website for more info and forgive me for going on about it over the coming weeks.

See more at focalthingy.co.uk and have a look at the other contributors to the Wylye Valley Art Trail here

In the western corner of Wiltshire, there is a small village called Kilmington. It’s a big place in my world because that’s where my father was raised and where his mother and grandmother lived when I was a small boy. One thing I remember is the little brook that used to flow alongside the road and me, together with my sister and cousins used to play in that brook, it was always cold, clear and fast flowing and it used to disappear back underground. I now know that it’s actually the source of the River Wylye, the first river I fished for Trout on (and got a bollocking for using bread and not fly) and the inspiration for the Wylye Valley Art Trail of which I’ve been offered the chance to exhibit some of my photos at and last night I managed to arrange a venue… So, in celebration of that fact, tonight’s shot is the River Wylye as it meanders (And it does meander, it’s a proper West Country river) through Kingston Deverill.